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Science says: the body is a machine. Advertising says: The body is a business. The Body says: I am a fiesta. Above and below are among my favorites. Walking words walking toward my Goodreads friends. By lying about my age, I snuck in with the students who were sketching a nude. In the classes, I kept wasting paper struggling to find lines and shapes.
That naked woman, who shifted her pose, was a challenge for my clumsy hand and nothing more: something like a breathing vase. But one night at the bus stop, I saw her dressed for the first time. When she stepped into the bus, her skirt slid up and revealed the threshold of her thigh. That was when my body burned. The whole city danced the rumba with him, in him, and in his rumba let loose. When a knife did in Papa Montero, the Havana night went mute.
But in the middle of the wake a rumba was heard. Far off. Barely anyone noticed. At dawn, when his friends went to carry the casket away, they found it empty.
Anyone who tells a story before dark is disgraced: the mountain throws a stone at his head, his mother walks on all fours. Nighttime draws out what is sacred, and those who know how to tell stories know that the name is the very thing that it names. All is wine. Also in Montevideo: Virgins have many Christmases, but not christenings. Also in Buenos Aires: We will revive even if it kills us! In Quito: When we had all the answers, they changed the questions.
In Mexico: Give the president minimum wage, so he too can feel the rage. We want to live. In Havana: You can dance to anything. In Rio de Janeiro: He who is afraid of living is never born.
The solicitous friend exercises the dictatorship of favors. Charity exercise the dictatorship of debt. Free markets allow us to accept the prices imposed upon us. Free expression allows us to listen to those who speak in our name. Free elections allows us to choose the sauce with which we will be eaten.
Ergo: There are still people who sing, there are still people who play. The fear of silence rattles the streets. If you smoke, you get cancer. If you breathe, you get polluted. If you drink, you get accidents. If you eat, you get cholesterol.
If you speak up, you get fired. If you walk, you get mugged. If you think, you get worried. If you doubt, you get crazy. If you feel, you get lonely. It was right on the tip of his tongue. Where did it go? A kingdom of lost words? These words that escape, where do they lie in wait? Back in when Walking Words was first published, Eduardo Galeano gave a reading in a small Manhattan bookstore.
It was my good fortune to be among the enthusiastic audience. After the reading I exchanged a few words with the author and, of course, purchased his book. Eduardo wrote a personal inscription - "Walking Words walk toward Glenn.
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In he married his first wife, Silvia Brando, and in , having divorced, he remarried to Graciela Berro. He fled again, this time to Spain,[ citation needed ] where he wrote his famous trilogy, Memoria del fuego Memory of Fire , described as "the most powerful literary indictment of colonialism in the Americas. President Barack Obama , who was making his first diplomatic visit to the region. And they feel as if they are able to teach democracy". He also talked about how and why he has changed his writing style, and his recent rise in popularity. I do not regret writing it, but it is a stage that I have since passed.
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